a relationship should be 50/50 you got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt and i got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt
THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT + literary references
(sources: cassandra, who's afraid of little old me, peter, the prophecy)
i love you, it's ruining my life
t.s - the prophecy 🌙🖤
is this the end of all the endings? … come one come all it’s happening again… hand on the throttle thought i caught lightning in a bottle oh but it’s gone again… how did it end? ……… he’s got my heartbeat skipping down sixteenth avenue… i can’t find a pulse my heart won’t start anymore for you… stopped CPR after all it’s no use….. clearing the air i breathed in the smoke… six weeks of breathing clean air i still miss the smoke……. i want to teach you how forever feels… you and me forevermore… he saw forever so he smashed it up…….. your integrity makes me seem small you paint dreamscapes on the wall… when your impressionist paintings of heaven turned out to be fakes well you took me to hell too………. but i’m a fire and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade ocean wave blues come… don’t want no other shade of blue but you… you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days……… all’s well that ends well to end up with you… and i’ll still see it until i die you’re the loss of my life…………….
don't listen to ttpd because once you start relating it to your life it's so over
no more thinkpieces about the new taylor swift album. my favorite thing about this album is that it sounds like an album
This is a huge moment for the BDS movement
Only when your girlish glow, flickers just so, do they let you know: It's hell on earth to be heavenly. Them's the breaks, they don't come gently. Clara Bow - The Tortured Poets Department (2024)
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I’m so in love that I might stop breathing, drew a map on my bedroom ceiling//you paint dreamscapes on the walls//staring at the ceiling with you, you don’t ever say too much//stars placed and glued meticulously by hand next to the ceiling fan//years of labor ducts and ceilings in the shade of how he was feeling//resentment rotting away galaxies we created//in one conversation I tore down the whole sky
knowing taylor kept every single bracelet she’s been given by fans on tour and loved them enough to want to have them displayed in an art piece……
don’t worry. it’s easier to love you than you think
You know how to ball I know Aristotle
And you'll confess why you did it, and I'll say, "Good riddance" THE SMALLEST MAN WHO EVER LIVED
— Taylor on Clara Bow
it’s happening again, how did it end?